Living steadily in the world of gods and mystery

Chen Li visited Bai Yuqing the very next day.

"Ah, it’s Chen, please come in!"

"Tsk tsk, Fellow Daoist, your Spiritual Plant Garden is growing even better, lush and green, with flowers in full bloom. There seem to be about a dozen varieties here?

With all kinds of spirit plants complementing each other, even a layman like me can vaguely discern some patterns."

Guided by Bai Yuqing, Chen Li walked through formations, along the floral path, looking at the courtyard full of spirit plants, and couldn’t help but praise.

"You are too modest, Fellow Daoist. These are just trifles. I don’t spend much effort on them ordinarily, as they are mostly tended by a few maidservants," Bai Yuqing said with a blush, squeezing out a slightly stiff smile. "If Fellow Daoist needs, I can gift you one to take to your residence."

"Thank you for your kind offer, but as a straightforward man, I’ll decline," Chen Li waved his hand dismissively.

Over the years, the courtyard of his dwelling had become thoroughly wrecked by him.

When he first moved in, the yard had many trees and was covered with shade.

Now, not to mention trees, there weren’t even many blades of grass left.

The whole ground was pockmarked, as if bombarded by meteors, and had become nothing more than a training ground.